As soon as Mac brought over the disc with the pictures from the previous day's photo shoot I sat down at the computer and checked them out with Jolene at my side. As we went through each set I asked her what she had been feeling at the time, but I didn't get any more out of her than I did before. By the time we finished, my wife was blushing, but she did stay and look at every picture.
I had to know if she had hidden anything from me, so I put her into a hypnotic state using her pass-phrase and questioned her again. The only thing she had held back was what had happened right at the end of the shoot, after she had cum. Here's what she said in her own words:
"I was just enjoying the whole-body tingling I get after cumming hard and I felt a soft caress on my cheek. I thought it was you and I was going to beg you to fuck me, I needed a cock in me so badly. But when I opened my eyes, there was Mac looking at me with such lust in his eyes. For a moment I wondered what his cock looked like. I noticed it was very hard while he was taking the pictures. Then I wondered what it felt like, what it would feel like in my pussy. I knew that if I pulled his head down and kissed him that I would find out. I almost did; I needed a cock in me so much. Then I realized that I couldn't and ran upstairs before my resolve broke."
Wow. It was hard to believe that this was my wife talking. Not long ago all everything that happened yesterday would have been unthinkable. Hell, that included everything that happened at the bar too. When this all first started all I wanted was to get my wife to be a little more adventurous and to enjoy sex a little more. Now that I had achieved that, and more, I found that it wasn't enough.
I had an idea of what I wanted, but I needed to make some additional changes in Jolene. I lowered her inhibitions to showing her body to other men even further by telling her it was OK if she was home because she was safe at home. While this seems weak, it actually makes sense to the unconscious mind. I also told her that it was normal to wonder about other men, what their cocks look like and feel like. Finally, the really fun part: I planted a deep suggestion that when she heard me say the word "Shazam" she would feel compelled to do anything anybody asked her as long as they said "Please". Repeated utterances of "Please" would increase the compulsion. Normally this would be difficult to do, but she had already shown an inclination to respond positively to polite requests, and my influence on her mind was considerable now. Even so, I planned to repeat that suggestion several more times before I tried using it. As always I told her that it made me happy when she obeyed my suggestions.
I knew that I was walking a fine line at this point, but the excitement from what I was planning burned so strong in my mind that I just couldn't help myself. I rationalized that this was the last time, that after this I would reverse most of the changes I had made to Jolene and would return her to a more "normal" state of mind. Yes, just one more time.
After a few more days, and conditioning sessions, I felt my plan was ready to put into motion. I invited three of my friends from work out to lunch at a local Hooters. Fred, Harry, and Ben were all too glad to take me up on my invitation since the waitresses there were exceptional. I had picked this particular place for lunch because I knew the conversation would eventually turn to sex, and I was right.
"Man, look at that ass." Fred whispered. He was usually the one to start it. "I'd love to get into those shorts."
"You're such a horn-dog, Fred." That was Ben, the most reserved of the three.
"You'd have to hypnotize her to do that." I snorted.
"Yeah, if only hypnosis was real." Was Fred's retort. The other two agreed.
"Well, actually, it is real, if you know how to do it and you have a receptive subject." I answered. That was the hook, but would they bite?
"Bullshit!" Harry exclaimed. "Prove it."
"Yeah, prove it, man." Harry added.
"Well, actually, to tell the truth, I could prove it." I stated.
"How?" Fred asked skeptically.
"I've done it."
"You? You've hypnotized someone?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Yes I have." I stated flatly.
"Bullshit." Fred said.
"No, really." I insisted.
"OK Pete, who and when?" Fred demanded. They all three looked expectantly at me.
"All right, I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anybody else." They all agreed. "OK, I hypnotized my wife, a couple of months ago."
"Let me get this straight," Fred said, "you hypnotized your wife Jolene? To do what, cluck like a chicken?" They all laughed.
"Yes, I hypnotized Jolene. At first I just wanted to get her to do a little more housework, you know?" They laughed again. "It worked so well, though, that I decided to loosen her up in bed a little. Then, that worked so well, that I just continued to get her to do more and more until now she'll pretty much do anything that I ask."
They weren't laughing anymore. All their mouths were hanging open, but Fred recovered first. "I don't believe you."
"Care to put your money where your mouth is?" I asked. This was the final setup, hopefully they would go for it.
"A bet?" Fred asked. "OK, I bet you twenty dollars that you are lying."
"How about fifty dollars. Each." I countered. I figured they might not buy it unless I upped the ante.
"How would you go about proving your claim?" Ben asked.
"You guys can come over tonight after supper and I'll say a code word to her and then she'll do anything I ask. I'll ask her to do a few things that she normally would not do in front of other people, and when she does them, you guys have to pay up." I explained my plan, at least the first part.
"What kind of things?" Harry asked.
"All I'll say now is that you will be convinced." I said as I winked.
"OK Pete, I'm in." Fred called. Harry quickly agreed.
"What about you Ben?" I asked. "It's all three or none."
